Well, things didn’t quite go as planned. I woke in the night – I assume it was about 3 or 4 o’clock, as it’s usually the time my hip wakes me, and there was a power cut. I dozed on and off until it started to get light, then slept until a bit before 8. The electricity was still off.
Not long after, Al rang from work to say that he had passed men working at the junction box, and hoped the electricity would come on soon. We live in the same road as the school – Dilly was sorry for Squiffany, as it would be the Christmas party day today, and if the power (therefore the heating) wasn’t on, the school would have to be closed. And so it proved. However, at least there was snow, if only a measly quantity. It was bitterly cold, although the sun was shining.
At least I could still read emails, so I dealt with them and then went off for a meeting at school. I’d had a phone call to say my hospital appointment was cancelled so I decided to go along to the end-of-term Pop Mime in the afternoon to take my mind off it. It was very jolly. Most entertaining. And 1000 pupils sat there applauding, cheering, singing along, no one got up, no one misbehaved, no one got out of hand. It was good-natured and all done in a good spirit.
I’d plugged my phone in at the shop so as to be sure I didn’t run low on battery power if the electricity was off all evening. I’d had to fish out radio batteries this morning – I’d had some of them so long in the drawer that they didn’t work. And when we did arrive home, it was still cold and dark. I started to prepare dinner while there was still some natural light, with the additional aid of a candle. And then, just as I was starting off the casserole, the lights came back on again. I’d filled the dishwasher – I had no intention of washing up in the dark, so was going to hide it all overnight and wash up if I had to in the morning – but I was glad I hadn’t bothered. I don’t care for unnecessary effort, not if it resembles housework.
Oh, and the Sage had his computer switched on before I did mine. After dinner, Ro phoned. The Sage picked up. “Are you still eating?” asked Ro politely. “No, I’m at the ‘pooter, of course,” replied his once-technophobe father.
I’m not teaching him how to blog. Not even for ready money.
What I would like, though, is to thank those splendid Electricity Board chaps who spend the whole of a freezing day clearing a fallen tree on the marshes off from the power lines and then working to reinstate the supply. They do a great job, whatever the weather. I remember once on Christmas Day we saw a couple of chaps in the garden – they were looking for the Old Rectory, where Alan and Sophie’s electricity had gone off halfway through the cooking of lunch, and they came straight out to put things right, never mind their own Christmas Day.